Just refreshing an old memory.

Prayers of a dreamer.

In a foreign land she was left alone. Not because she had no friends ,but, because she chose to be.She know that somehow she needs to do it on her own.So where was she exactly? No, she was not Alice and she is certainly wasn’t in wonderland.She was in the land of the dead.The land where she left her heart to rot.This land was parched.Dead burnt plants were scattered disorderly around and she could feel the hard pebbles beneath her feet.In this land of hers, its always Grey , not sunny and yet not dark but simply….Grey.A warm breeze caresses her cheek and ironically she shivers.That …quite added to her sinister imaginative mind, all she needed was a metal band playing in the background for her.She looks around to find her purple heart on the ground beating without a sound.She remembers how she mistreated it, giving it away in…

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